"Look who woke up!" the creepy old man walks in. "Just let me go home, please! I have absolutely no idea about a royal! Please," I yelled with a pleading look. "Awwww sweetie, you aren't going anywhere you are mine and you will stay with me forever," he says with an evil grin. "You are special and must always be protected," that's what my parents would always say. Who knew that my life would change from one night to another and that certain people would take a huge part in it. As those thoughts came, I drifted into a deep sleep knowing this man is up to no good, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Will she lose faith in getting saved? Will her mate give up on her? Read to find out!

Running away from an obsessed abusive man, Aviana 20 years old goes to start over in a new City, there she meets Alpha Nikolas Wulfric that changes her life for good. Nikolas wulfric, one of the most powerful alphas in the city refuses to have anything that concerns love, he meets a human, intrigued by her humanity, he starts to catch feelings for her but no, love hurts.

ONE "Aren't you joining us?" Gena, Claire's only friend, asked her sassily. Staring around the shiny blue-lightened club, people who were mostly their classmates dancing and having fun, Claire smiled softly. "No, I love observing from a distance," she answered. "Besides, I'm leaving very soon." She slowly sipped the champagne in her glass while eyeing her gorgeous Japanese friend she'd known throughout the college years. Claire and Gena were more than just besties; they were sole sisters who had each other's back for thick and thin. Neither could imagine life without the other. "Why now?" Gena cried, pursing her lips into a pout. "Are you in the mood to fight with your witch stepmom or something?" Claire scowled. "Not really. She's the least of my concerns right now. By the way, I'm spending the weekend at the beach house. Would you like to come?" she asked, eyeing Gena hopefully. As if she was going to say no, Claire chuckled inwardly. "I'd love to!" Gena snapped gleefully. "You know that I love having a good time, don't you?" "I was just making sure. Who knows?" Claire shrugged. "Oh please! We both need a break, girl." Gena dropped on the barstool with a sigh, untying her dark, straight hair with a stout pull of the hairband. "Well, let's do it then," Claire uttered. "I've got something important to do there." Her look was suddenly rueful, her eyes on the glass she was tilting nonchalantly. Sighing, Gena pulled her face closer to Claire's. "Are you finally going to visit your father's grave?" she asked, and Claire nodded softly. "It will be fine, don't beat yourself.